[He says, as Star snuggles in more emphatically like a giant purple Labrador, and not a force of nature.
Jotaro, meanwhile, takes the opportunity to draw an invisible line in the air with his finger, setting up an imaginary continuum from endpoint to endpoint.]
On this end is a Stand like Hermit Purple. It barely has a form, much less intelligence. It's a tool, that's all. All it does is what Jiji tells it to.
[He slides his finger down a little, along that line.]
I think...you might be like Kakyoin. You've had your Stand since birth, so I think...you've never known it not being a part of you, so you treat it like an extension of you. Kakyoin's Hierophant has personality traits, sort of, but he's an extension of Kakyoin. They're one and the same.
[He moves again.]
Star...isn't "me", exactly. But "me" existed for almost eighteen years without him, and when he appeared, I thought he was something else. So I can tell that he's mine, that we're connected, but he's different from me, too. That separation...is why we're the same, but not identical. Why he's not just an extension of me. Maybe it's because I've always defined him as separate from what's "me" that way.
[And again, further, one last time, down to the other endpoint.]
Mista's Sex Pistols are here. They refuse to work if he doesn't feed them, it's like he's babysitting children. He controls them, but they can refuse him, I guess.
Star...he can't refuse. He can't disobey. But I remember when I was fighting Caesar, he didn't understand why I wouldn't let him protect me. So it was sort of like...not arguing. Begging. It was like he was begging me to let him keep me from getting hurt, and I wouldn't let him do it.
...He's mine. He tries to make me happy. So maybe he's developing that way because on some level it's what I want for him.
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[He says, as Star snuggles in more emphatically like a giant purple Labrador, and not a force of nature.
Jotaro, meanwhile, takes the opportunity to draw an invisible line in the air with his finger, setting up an imaginary continuum from endpoint to endpoint.]
On this end is a Stand like Hermit Purple. It barely has a form, much less intelligence. It's a tool, that's all. All it does is what Jiji tells it to.
[He slides his finger down a little, along that line.]
I think...you might be like Kakyoin. You've had your Stand since birth, so I think...you've never known it not being a part of you, so you treat it like an extension of you. Kakyoin's Hierophant has personality traits, sort of, but he's an extension of Kakyoin. They're one and the same.
[He moves again.]
Star...isn't "me", exactly. But "me" existed for almost eighteen years without him, and when he appeared, I thought he was something else. So I can tell that he's mine, that we're connected, but he's different from me, too. That separation...is why we're the same, but not identical. Why he's not just an extension of me. Maybe it's because I've always defined him as separate from what's "me" that way.
[And again, further, one last time, down to the other endpoint.]
Mista's Sex Pistols are here. They refuse to work if he doesn't feed them, it's like he's babysitting children. He controls them, but they can refuse him, I guess.
Star...he can't refuse. He can't disobey. But I remember when I was fighting Caesar, he didn't understand why I wouldn't let him protect me. So it was sort of like...not arguing. Begging. It was like he was begging me to let him keep me from getting hurt, and I wouldn't let him do it.
...He's mine. He tries to make me happy. So maybe he's developing that way because on some level it's what I want for him.